HIATUS

He opened his leather wallet, and sure enough, all it’s contents are intact albeit damp: a couple of dollar bills, his credit cards, torn up photographs, all there. Not that he expected her to steal something, but this was Gotham, after all. Couldn’t be too careful.  “’Would’ve had to go hungry today,” he said, tucking his wallet back in it’s original spot in his pocket. “Uh, can I buy you lunch or somethin’ to make up for it?” 

Practicality won out over modesty in the end. And hell, maybe she’d make a new friend. it’s not like she’d had the time while she’d been at school, and then interning. 

Like this for a starter?

“We’re off to the races!”

     ❝That’s completely fine, really! I’m certain that many of the      cases  we  work  on here in the GPD would benefit from an      opinion   from   someone   such  as  yourself.  I’m  Edward      Nygma, by the way.❞

“I didn’t really do criminal profiling -- I mean that was part of it but I’m so not FBI --” Cue the mental breaks. Heather  juggled her files and her coffee into another hand so she could shake his. “Heather Daughtry. Nice to meet you Mr. Nygma -- I guess You’re the one I’m supposed to be talking  to then?”

Another biting remark was more along the lines of what he was except in retort. An apology for her sour mood was a welcomed surprise. “Apology accepted.” Oswald shrugged his shoulders; a drink as a token of her apology was unnecessary but appreciated. With a few moments to spare, he figured he could afford a minor detour. “Tea, please, if you insist.”

Heather was just tired. And apparently also slap happy. Normally she wasn’t so prone to chattering at strangers. And that she considered this chattering said something about her daily work count. 

“I’m quaking in fear, I assure you.” He replied, not even trying to keep the amusement out of his tone. There had been worse reactions to his presence by far, and really, despite what some might think, he wasn’t always looking for trouble ( just…most of the time ). “People like to call me Red Hood for obvious reasons. Just Hood works fine though, since we’re so well acquainted.”

“I feel like you probably liked Robin Hood way too much as a kid,” she said with a winder grin. Yes, definitely not the worst person to have crash into your work place in the middle the night. Actually he didn’t even rate close to the top ten. At least this guy was a good guy and all that. “Since you already broke the shit out of the front window you might as well just do what you came for so there was at least a point to it.”

“If you’d like to sit next to my driver, that’s fine but I do promise to keep my hands on me throughout the ride.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way -- but sense I don’t have any better options I’m going to have to say yes.”

Thoughts of lunch were interrupted by a sudden touch on his shoulder. His eyes looked down, and, sure enough, his wallet, was in the girl’s hand.  “Damn.  Where the hell’d you find it?”

She was a generally nice person when she  thought people deserved it, but she wasn’t  reaching down into a sewer for someone she didn’t know.

a trash bin.

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